Ok listen to me for a sec, you guys know that Jedi pharah fan art I reblogged like ages ago?
What about bounty hunter pharah??? Like it makes sense with her jet pack and whatnot, I think she’d be a cool mandalorian. She doesn’t have to be one of the barbaric ones, but she could be one of the chill ones like Torian Cadera from Old Republic
Yeah, Jedi pharah’s cool but.. but bounty hunter pharah….
count the number of female elves you see in dnd books and drawings vs male elves
count the number of female half-orcs vs male half-orcs (do female half-orcs EXIST?)
god, you already know the situation with dwarves. I have seen one (1) female dwarf in many, many dnd novels.
heck, count the number of human women you see! pretty low, since all the fucking women are elves! and even if they’re human they’re described THE SAME WAY as elves. gotta go for maximum wispy childlike hotness amirite?
It must be hard being a wax figure or miniature brought to life by the tablet because at some point, they have to figure out that they aren’t real yet they have the same memories, warm and happy and heartbreaking and they’re tied to them but they know that they could never be their real selves. They must feel like they don’t deserve to exist GOD WHY DO I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THIS STUFF
Gods are funny things, they have never been as bound to earth as mortals have, so when they come to earth for extended periods of time they lose a bit of their godliness. The things is, existing only in the realm of the gods is almost useless for a god, there is nothing to do, affect, or change there. In that realm, they simply exist. Some gods are vital forces though, they still exert some influence on the world, like Eros and Aphrodite. They both exist in the human world as forces of love and beauty, but they hold no sway over their own vital importance anymore. It all has to with belief, if humans still worshiped the gods
like they did, the gods would still be among the mortals. I mean, some of us are, but most do not walk amongst humankind, for they wouldn’t survive.
One way for a god to survive is to find a door from the realm of magic into the realm of humans. Those doors are few and far-in-between, mostly existing around children or those who have grand imaginations. Let’s just say a god merging with a child never works out, so it has been forbidden. The logistics of a merger with a full grown human include: longer than normal lifespan for the human, upwards of several hundred years, slowed aging, sorcerer level magic, and crazy amounts of knowledge. The cons include a significant loss of humanity, being out of touch with those human emotions, the ability to interact with humans can be hindered, usually chunks of your mind replaced with the god’s whom you merge with, and possible incompatibility equaling insanity or death.
However, sometimes gods wish to return to the earth because they can do good, make mischief, or do both. Brokkr or as you may know him, Hephaestus wanted just that. He saw that the world was turning away from the craftsmanship he created so many eons ago, thus he searched out a door between the worlds. Hephaestus struck it very lucky when he saw the shimmering star light upon the Willow tree in the forest of Life and death. The hallmark of a door was starshine, because humans are stardust, when one has the power to breach the veil it shimmers like nothing you have ever seen before.
Hephaestus took his chance and jumped through, knowing that he would have to find a mortal to agree before the full moon was over; he had three days. Hephaestus garnered all his strength and assumed a mortal form, in order to interact with his much needed host.
He found himself in a room with a man, a very unhappy man. Erik was unhappy with himself, everytime he looked into the mirror it felt like he fractured his sense of self. He felt like a shattered mirror on the inside and couldn’t bear to look upon his own reflection. Most people found Erik attractive, but Erik saw himself as some kind of hideous beast that no one could want or love. He stared at his wall of desire, normally the oh god of desire would have intervened, but he could feel Hephaestus near and was hoping that he would strike an arrangement with Erik.
Hephaestus actually felt for this man, he knew what it was like to feel hideous among the most divinely beautiful beings in the known universe. Hephaestus made himself known to Erik, even though Erik already knew someone was with him, his lineage of magic strengthened his third eye a bit.
It was then that Hephaestus explained what he needed, he told Erik of the pros and cons. Erik didn’t even think, he agreed. He he spent so much time online reading stories and role playing transformation, this was a dream come true.
The catalyst for this was mortal consent and a kiss to seal the deal. Hephaestus pulled Erik in for a kiss. Hephaestus tasted like sweat and fire, steel and iron, electricity and ozone.
Gentle warm sparks flew from the skin of the god as each fiery molecule floated up and around Erik. They began to move faster and faster, Erik could feel the heat as the sparks began to attach themselves to his mortal flesh. They began to spin faster and faster, entering his mouth, noes, eyes, and ears. His very body felt like it was on fire, fragments of his broken identity were mended by the heat, and parts of his empathy and humanity were burned away.
His body began to change in the fire, he felt the confidence of a god envelope him. His once average body becoming defined and chiseled, beautiful beyond belief. Dark tattoos burned their way down his arm, his arms began to bulge in the fiery heat. His chest expanded and waist tightened. The flame reshaped his face into an impossibly gorgeous visage of divinity on earth.
Finally the fire died down and the merge was complete, Erik was now the god of the smith and creation. He was driven by the needs of the god to return beauty to the craftsmanship humanity had lost. He also was driven to find the oh god of desire, Eventide, Evan for short, his old flame. Together they would make this world a little more happier, if not a little more mischievous.
Evan and Smith, formerly Hephaestus would have several hundred years to bring change to this gray and lifeless world. But first, Smith would need to release some sexual and spiritual energy.